"Is it too late for me to surrender now?" She didn't want to continue to be the champion, but luck always let her win. Indigo encountered an unexpected incident again today, and was blocked by the kid wearing a baseball cap who wanted to duel.
She touched her earlobe, her short bright red hair shrank in the shadows, and looked at her lightning bird desperately.
The golden elf cautiously stretched out his head, looked at the persistent trainer and Pikachu squatting on the trainer's shoulder, quietly retracted his head, and shook his head.
"Let's take the secret passage." The red-haired woman pulled her collar and shook the lightning bird in unison.
In one sentence: I think all of you are sick, and you should think so of me.
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